The SO and I spent Memorial Day weekend over on Vancouver
Island, our first road trip since the Vancouver-Spuzzum-
Okanagan Valley-North Cascades run of last August. Alas,
the weekend was tarnished by the food poisoning I got in
Anacortes Friday night. The water was absolutely calm on
the ferry ride over, but my innards were convinced we
were on roiling seas. I managed to have some pho ga for
lunch in downtown Victoria. We had dinner at the Med
Grill. What little I ate was excellent. I had pork
tenderloin, SO had lamb.
Sunday we headed up the west coast of the island to Port
Renfrew. This is serious logging country. It was raining
most of the morning, but the sun came out in the afternoon.
Lunch was at the Point No Point, a small restaurant within a
rustic resort right on the ocean. It's the sort of place
where one could finish writing a novel without having to
deal with emails or phone calls. Both of us had penne with
pesto sauce. We walked around the grounds and got some nice
pictures of the shore and some of the plants clinging to the
salt-sprayed rocks. SO, sneaky devil that he is, had made
dinner reservations at a resort/restaurant called the Aerie
north of Victoria. He'd remarked as I was packing on
Thursday, "You might want to bring something nice to wear. A
dress, maybe." I should have known something was afoot when
he brought a dress shirt and sports jacket along with him.
(This is very atypical behavior--usually when on vacation we
wind up at fancy joints right after a sweaty death march in
the wilderness without a change of clothes.) The Aerie has
three fancy-schmancy prix fixe tasting menus. SO opted for
the seafood one; OTOH, my innards were still a bit touchy
and I ordered the vegetarian one. The food was good, the
location was stunning (we watched the valley below get
dark), and I was happy he footed the bill. The exchange rate
is not as good as it was last year.
The ferry ride back to the mainland was fairly uncrowded
until we picked up the masses from Friday Harbor. They had
to shoehorn the cars and SUV's on the lower deck. The
Washington State Ferries do not have food service on board
other than vending machines, so I bought a small Nanaimo bar
at the snack bar in Sidney as a souvenir to nibble on.
HOOBOY, those suckers will put a pancreas into overdrive! I
wanted no part of eating in Anacortes after Friday's
debacle, so we had an early dinner at a microbrewery in
Mount Vernon (home of the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival in
April). The BBQ brisket was good, but SO's chicken was
beyond done. The waiter was nice enough to substitute ribs
and take the charge off the menu.
Now that I've finally recovered, it's back to cooking and
tending the herbs.
Cindy
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